Like many people today, I learned that Alexander McQueen was found dead in his home this morning.
I was surprised to be upset by this news.
I have more than a passing interest in fashion, but in terms of what’s ‘in fashion’, I am like most – oblivious. The world of Haute Couture and high end trends are largely unknown to me. Save for the work of this man.
From his expert knowledge of how to cut fabric, nurtured on Savile Row, to his directional ideas about silhouette, he was a great. His clothes were full of references. Whether influenced by 50′s starlets or the Victorian gentry, he could mould his creations it in to something new.
Alexander McQueen (Lee to his friends) was a master at his craft. His ability to combine fabrics in intricately detailed form and his eye for colour, texture and pattern set him apart.
His collections were always so beautifully crafted.
His work has always stood head and shoulders above the rest – at least in my opinion.
So I guess that’s why his death upset me, because today I lost a hero.
More of his amazing work.
One last thing. The most loved thing in my wardrobe is a leather jacket designed by the man himself. It’s a jacket that makes me welcome in the colder months, just so I can wear it.
Thank you Alexander McQueen. Or can I call you Lee?
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